under water photo

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I’m drowning

There’s no

Flotsam an jetsam

Left to hold onto.

I am clutching and reaching

For those rays

Of light

But that’s all

They are

They wont buoy me

They just watch

And look

At me drowning

As hard as I


I am slipping



From those

Shafts of light

I’m nearly

Out of








His demons come at night.

Creep up on him at his low.

Horrifying moans an screams to tow.

At what I fear to know.

They torment him,

Ferment him.

In his nightly slumber.

He’s more at peace in the waking hours.

Before the bottle, cause’s him to topple.

Into the abyss of nightmarish twist’s.

He says little of his history.

But hints at the source.

Of hell’s gate keepers and

Their relentless force.

Like bates outta Haiti.

Them banshee screams.

To once again torment

His sordid dreams.